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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Lucius_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Collections:
      Ink_Stained_Fingers
  Stats:
      Published: 2003-03-03 Words: 1977
****** Healing ******
by Skye [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     Lucius and Harry heal each other. Totaly Plot What Plot/Porn Without
     Plot
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
     the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an
     Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors
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     Author's notes: Still OOC Lucius, still not beta’d but I REALLY
     needed an ending I could live with and Broken didn’t do that. This
     one does. Lyrics are Air Supply but this isn’t a song-fic.
Healing




  A/NOk totally cheesy PWP, another 20 minute job (less actually) but I needed
  some type of ending to the LM/HP Broken I posted earlier. Lyrics at end by
  air supply.
  Harry woke with a start and screamed.
  Damn. Nightmares. This was getting old. At least the dormitory was empty for
  the holidays.
  No. he realized as his eyes opened. The dormitory was not empty. There was
  someone here and they were sitting on the edge of his bed.
  "L-lucius?" he asked, confused.
  "Mm." the figure agreed.
  "What are you doing here?"
  "I wanted to make sure you were alright. It seems you are not."
  "I'm sorry." Harry said contritley. "Does Dumbledore know you're here?" He
  sat up and rubbed at his eyes.
  "Yes. As does Severus. They both seemed to think we would both benefit from a
  brief visit."
  "Oh." Then "Why?"
  "I have been. . . concerned, about you. You are having nightmares, quite
  obviously featuring me." Guilt? Was that GUILT from a Malfoy. It wasn't
  possible.
  "I'm sorry."
  "For what? You have no control over the nature of your dreams"
  "I know but. . . I realize you saved me Did what you had to to get me out and
  at a huge personal risk."
  "That doesn't change your emmotional reaction to being raped."
  Harry winced at the blunt word. There it was. Right out in the open. He
  busied himself pushing back against the headboard and folding his legs.
  "I wish I could forget it" Harry admitted quietly, still not looking at the
  older man.
  "I know. So do I, but I don't thik oblivating you would be the wisest course
  of action."
  "No. I know. I'd never want my memories actually taken away. They're part of
  who I am."
  "You're a wise young man." Lucius said with a faint smile. Harry looked up at
  him and realized that Malfoy was suffering too.
  "I. I want. . ."
  "What do you want? What do you need to make this better for you?"
  "I want it to be better for both of us Lucius. You're hurting as much as I
  am."
  Lucius blinked. He'd expcted Harry's healing to take the form of ranting,
  raving, railing, even physically attacking him. Not compassion.
  "I want something else to take its place."
  Lucius' eyes widdened slightly behind his calm mask. Surely Harry wasn't
  asking what he thought he was.
  "Make love to me."
  Lucius stared at him until he began to fidget.
  "Look. I'm sorry. I just thought, I."
  "No." He raked a hand roughly through his hair. "No. You're fine. I just
  didn't expect you to want anything more to do with me."
  Harry didn't reply, at least not verbally. Instead he rose to his knees and
  very tentativly pressed his lips against the older wizard's. When Lucius
  finally took control of the kiss he opened willingly to him and met his
  tongue.
  When Lucius felt small hands on his chest he broke off. "This is so wrong.
  You are my son's age."
  "Shh. This is right. This is healing. I, we, need this."
  With that he was fumbling with the clasp to his robe. Harry cursed quitely
  and moved to look at it ad grinned at the Sliver and ruby serpant clasp.
  "Figures" he said and then hissed at the clasp and it unwound itself.
  "Ah. Draco told me that." He said distracted for a moment but the decidely
  arousing sound of parslemouth coming from the boy kneeling in front of him.
  "Mm" he moaned when those small, cool hands pushed the robe off his
  shoulders.
  There Harry's courage seemed to fail and he faltered. Deciding if this was
  going to happen then it was going to be something he would control Malfoy
  pushed Harry back until he was flat on his back.
  Harry looked wild eyed and a bit frightened, but very much determined. Lucius
  just knelt over him for a moment, lightly stroking his neck and across his
  chest.
  Harry brought a hand up slowly and lightly touched the long silver strands.
  He laughed softly and dropped his head forward and the ends drug lightly
  across the younger man's chest as he lowered himself to his elbows over his
  prone form.
  He was rewarded with a shiver and low moan that deepened when he nuzzled into
  the boy's neck. He continued to nip and suck at his neck brinnging the blood
  to the surface before moving downward.
  He took his time, dragging his open mouth and hair over the smooth, fevered,
  skin. He paused at the nipples laving them and then blowing lightly, watching
  when the flesh drew up into hard little points.
  When he reached the waist band of those atrocious pants he'd bee sleeping in
  he slowly pulled them down and tossed them off the bed before gripping his
  hips in a gentle but immovable grip before turning his attention to the
  erection straining at eye level.
  He looked up as he licked the underside, root to top, and caught Harry's eye
  just before taking it deep down his throat.
  He laughed softly around the shaft at the startled gasp that escaped Harry.
  He suspected if he had't beenn holding him down he'd have levitated off the
  bed.
  He was thoroughly enjoying himself, the sounds Harry was making . soft mews
  that reminded him of a kitten. Harry's hands and fisted in his hair pulling
  lightly. Abruptly he was pulled up by his hair.
  That startled him almost as much as Harry's next words. "I want you inside me
  but I want to see your face"
  Bold actions and words betrayed by the hot flush across his cheeks. The blush
  was equal parts embarassment and arousal.
  Well. "Be very sure you want this Harry. It isn't necessary. "
  "No. I want. . . I mean I could tell. I "
  "I understand. Just relax. " then hearing the echo of the words from the
  cell. "This time you're free to move."
 The last eaned him a slight smile. "Thanks." he said drily.
  Using the same spell he took his time preparing Harry. Slowly stretchig,
  making sure to stimulate his prostate frequently. "Lucius. . ."
  "Patience little one." But he was pleased to see him so eager. He privoted
  his fingers again, and when Harry thrust downward involuntarily he slowly
  slid his fingers out.
  Harry moaned at their absece but grew very still when his legs were nudged
  further apart and something much more soild and larger replaced them. When
  the head began to breech him he flashed into momentary panic and tensed. The
  tension made it hurt. "Shsh." Lucius soothed freezing, brushing his fingers
  across his face pushing the sweat darkened hair away from his face.
  He leaned forward and kissed the man beneat him gently and was gratified whe
  the tension bled out of him and he was able to slide slowly forward.
  The angle wasn't quite right, and didn't allow for nearly the same depth of
  penetration another positon would have but for now it was probably for the
  best.
  When Harry pushed back to meet his shallow thrusts he shifted slightly, but
  held the maddeningly slow pace. Harry's face was flushed, and he looked. .
  confused.
  "Harry." He groaned quietly and glassy green eyes opened and met his. Without
  stopping entirely he pushed Harry's legs up and back, watching closely for
  discomfort as he sank deeper into his body.
  The deeper penetration forced him harder agaist the boy's prostate and the
  change of positon drew a deep groan from them both. "God." Lucius gasped when
  Harry pushed forward against him.
  His breathing sped up and Lucius removed one of his hands to stroke the shaft
  in time with his thrusts. Harry was so, so , close. "Let it go." He muttered.
  "It's ok, just. let. go." the last words puncuated by short sharp thrusts.
  Harry did and orgasam crashed over him in a wave of incapcitating pleasure.
  So caught up in Harry's pleasure Lucius didn't even realize how close he was,
  and then he was coming with Harry, deep inside him.
  When he came back to himself it was to a gentle prod at his shoulder. "Hm?"
  "My legs are cramping." Harry said sheepishly.
  "Oh. Right." He moved to let Harry's legs come down and rolled to the side
  Harry went with him and snuggled against his chest after a cleaning charm
  took care of the wet spot.
  "I really can't stay."
  "I know."
  "I' he began.
  "I know." Harry said softly running his fingers through his hair, playing
  with it. He did. He knew and acceptance that this was all there was and all
  there ever would be. To risk more was to risk Lucius life. For all that it
  didn't take away what they'd had, and what they shared. Maybe, someday,
  there'd be a chance for something else.
  Harry dozed lightly and woke somtime later to find Lucius dressed and sitting
  where hed been whe he woke, on the edge of the bed. His hand was stroking his
  cheek lightly.
  "Good. You're awake."
  "Yeah."
  "I have to go."
  "I know." he seemed to say that alot.
  "If you ever need anything Harry. . . Go to Severus. I know he's
  intimidating, but he's a good man. He'll help you, and if necessary get word
  to me. Trust him. He cares for you a great deal."
  Then he was gone adn Harry was alone.
  It was't until the next morning that he found the Snake pin with his glasses,
  holding down a piece of parchment.
  "I know just how to whisper
  And I know just how to cry
  I know just where to find the answers
  And I know just how to lie
  I know just how to fake it
  And I know just how to scheme
  I know just when to face the truth
  And then I know just when to dream
  And I know just where to touch you
  And I know just what to prove
  I know when to pull you closer
  And I know when to let you loose
  And I know the night is fading
  And I know the time's gonna fly
  And I'm never gonna tell you
  Everything I gotta tell you
  But I know I gotta give it a try
  And I know the roads to riches
  And I know the ways to fame
  I know all the rules and I know how to break 'em And I always know the name
  of the game
  But I don't know how to leave you
  And I'll never let you fall
  And I don't know how you do it
  Making love out of nothing at all
  Making love out of nothing at all,
  Making love out of nothing at all...
  Everytime I see you all the rays of the sun Are streaming through the waves
  in your hair And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes Like a
  spotlight
  The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost And it's looking for a rhythm
  like you
  You can take the darkness from the pit of the night And turn into a beacon
  burning endlessly bright I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know Well
  it's nothing till I give it to you
  I can make the runner stumble
  I can make the final block
  And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle I can make all the
  stadiums rock
  I can make tonight forever
  Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
  And I can make every promise that has ever been made I can make all your
  demons be gone
  But I'm never gonna make it without you Do you really want to see me crawl
  And I'm never gonna make it like you do Making love out of nothing at all
  Making love out of nothing at all,
  Making love out of nothing at all..."
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